Best Exult Poems
SONNET PATHETIQUE
So sad Peter Ilyich; such anguished strife!
What is the tragic loss for which you grieve
An unforgot dark chapter in your life
So you must wear your heart upon your sleeve
That noble face that should exult your art
Betrays a tortured soul unversed with joy
In music, minor key takes greater part
D’you fear that signs of happiness would cloy
Yet oft, light breaks the gloom of dark dimension
Penumbra, pierced by ray of bliss, dispersed
And we discern the soul of your invention
Who bless the days you o’er this world traversed
That in our hearts it should have given gladness
For such sublime, exquisite, beauteous sadness
Categories:
exult, angst, beauty, music, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
In
grace,
now seen
a verdant tree,
its trunk and limbs
splayed in the round,
perfect radial symmetry.
Were nature absent intellect
might such majesty e'er result—
accidental tour de force as eons pass,
acolytes of chaos then, gathered to exult?
Boughs' burden, scalloped snow of purest white.
Myriad sparkles glint in full moon’s vivid winter light.
Wind
sways,
a polonaise.
Elysian sight. Halcyon night.
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Categories:
exult, tree,
Form:
Concrete
" Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."(Final lines from Walt Whitman's "O Captain My Captain")
My hero, oh how wonderful it would have been
to know you personally, to have spent time with you,
especially since I learned the way you were back then
both as a child, then as a man – so strong, so wise, so true!
The way you’ve been described, you had a gangly look -
not a handsome lad, but oh, you were so bright!
You were poor, but you did all you could just to find a book,
one you might savor late into the night.
I relate to how you had a very human side;
to the way you loved to play a prank or talk jokingly.
You never were unkind, and you had no worldly pride.
Preferring friends to chores, you also loved poetry!
What other man born in a cabin would rise up and accomplish so much?
Predestined for greatness, you had inside you the desire
to be better! When you realized that your country boy dialect was such
a hindrance, you taught yourself proper English to climb higher!
You were so very good, and your soul so godly old!
Once in New Orleans you witnessed the African's sad plight -
men and women chained like animals were being sold.
All you saw, felt and heard determined you'd fight for the right!
You had no religion, Honest Abe, but you looked to God!
Freeing slaves, you also would have fought for women’s freedom too.
A melancholy man at times, and maybe a bit odd,
“ O Captain, my Captain,” poets ever more will praise you.
For "To Honor My Hero" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
exult, hero,
Form:
Quatrain
Eight Word Challenge – After the Thrill is Gone
Like an exotic orchid in the glow
of moonbeams, I unfolded
vulnerable petals, inviting you in.
And even radiant rainbows would exult
in the opulence of our love.
But loving you was a roller coaster ride…
a ride you enjoyed; but the vicarious
thrill of waltzing on the edge of
an emotional chasm whittled away at my heart.
Now the thrill of the ride is gone,
and silken smiles on your satin lips
make a mockery of my feelings for you.
The impetus to love you has faded
like blush fading from the red roses
you left on my doorsteps last night.
Those heartbreaking red symbols of love,
I thrashed them; and their bruised petals
now adorn the garbage can in my backyard.
For they only multiplied my pain,
the pain you chiseled into my heart,
a heart still raw and deeply scarred...
after the thrill is gone.
09-02-2018
Contest: Eight Word Challenge – 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 3rd
8 words: vicarious, chasm, exult, opulence, silken, mockery, impetus, adorn
Categories:
exult, lost love, sad love,
Form:
Free verse
I dangle from a frayed, silken cord of melancholy ...
Gaping beneath me, a chasm of hope and elation, aglow.
For most of a lifetime I've wrapped a cloak of worthlessness about me,
Using the flashes of talent to adorn the dark neglect like stars.
Oh, there is an odd comfort in the complacency of underachievement -
I used the indifference of others as my impetus ...
Not to fail, but rather to never complete ... ANYthing.
You see, you can't be placed, (or even expected to),
If you don't cross the finish line, or never leave the gate.
I succeeded in vicarious ways, however ...
Through the things that my critics found of little consequence -
Grades, honor roles, academic awards, sports accomplishments and citations,
But never did I exult openly in front of my detractors,
(The ONE, really, who saw nothing but his requirements,
As the only measurements that truly mattered).
Now I see, above, the black expanse of that life of shortcomings ...
That mockery of pretending to care about what he cared about ...
I feel my fingers loosening their grip on that rope of failure,
Sadness and careless interest starting to slide through my palms,
The opulence and shine of release, success, self-esteem, and joy,
Warming the soles of my feet ... whispering "Let go, lad ... live again!"
How sad, that it's the specter of his death, and the waning of his sanity,
That makes it so, for all I ever wished for ...
Was his praise.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Eight Word Challenge #8" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
exult, analogy, fate, father, life,
Form:
Free verse
To see him - just to see him -the impetus of my desire.
To gaze upon the long gold silken locks
that adorn his pefectly shaped head!
Transfixed, I watch his elegantly slender body
moving lusciously on his dance floor,
his arm around the waspy waist of his current woman.
With vicarious pleasure, I see myself as her,
imagining the feel of his hands along my hips
as we sway to the music’s sensuous rhythm.
Oh, to be so close as to breathe the scent of his cologne,
and as the music slows . . .to savor that moment
as he presses his cheek next to mine.
How I would exult in being that woman he is holding In his arms.
He sees me, but he looks right through me,
for I am but the lowly employee of a catering company.
The chasm between me and him is as large as an ocean.
I imagine he sees me as a lowly gull
hovering on the horizon of his vision
amidst the other lowly seagulls who like me,
go back to their small houses
feeling like scavengers after their night of service,
taking with them the leftover food he gives away to us.
I leave the opulence of his mansion, returning to my studio apartment,
knowing my revelry remains a mockery.
*Forgetting the line limit, I had removed a few lines, one containing the word "opulence" so now the word has been placed back into the poem.
Aug. 31, 2018 for John Hamilton's Eight Word Challenge-8 Poetry Contest
Words that were to be used: 1. Silken 2. Chasm 3. Exult 4. Adorn 5. Impetus 6. Mockery 7. Opulence 8. Vicarious
Categories:
exult, desire, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Feel stillness calm and be here now,
Instruct the mind to sync with heart;
Note inner psalm in poise somehow,
Exult deep finds where peace imparts.
Meet your true soul as moments trace,
Emerge and be a man inspired;
Dream of a whole in time and space,
Intuit this sea in truth attired;
Touch a new core where beauty speaks,
Align the will to fit the dance;
Thought cannot shore that distant peak,
Indulge the feel of profound chance;
One sublime state makes pattern sync,
Now meditate to bridge and link.
Leon Enriquez
16 February 2016
Singapore
Categories:
exult, allusion,
Form:
Sonnet
Adorn yourself with vicarious, honest, enjoyable living.
Be someone else if you must, but not every day, and not all the time.
For your soul is waiting to treat yourself, delight yourself.
Enjoy a silken impetus, and a truly joyful exult.
Be whoever you want to be, and it does not necessarily have to always be you.
Safeguard yourself from your enemy’s jealous mockery.
Do not give credence to the angry looks or irritated smirks.
Save yourself by not caring, in any kind of way.
Lean rather toward your well-earned esteem, daily fulfilment and
The possibility of earning wealth and opulence through your own best efforts, and joys.
An unavoidable chasm with the naysayers might be exactly what your
Waiting expectant soul needs to never look back and enjoy every solid ounce of
The rest of your life.
Save yourself.
Be you, but in your
Own way.
Live big!
Written 8-21-18 Contest: 8 Word Challenge 8
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
exult, self,
Form:
Free verse
Resolved: I’ll make a MOCKERY of death,
metaphoric wake may open my eyes.
I’ll ADORN kitchen walls with shibboleth -
an OPULENCE of signs which look passé.
using words like “Get Up and Exercise”,
“Calories Count” and “Don’t Forget to Weigh.”
I will EXULT VICARIOUS free time:
tasting all those shows on the loss of weight,
eating less, letting those dinner bells chime,
keeping my IMPETUS under corral.
A SILKEN body I will re-create
giving resolution, new rationale.
This year, I’ll cross the CHASM of my death,
downfall of pounds, weight’s passing does take time.
August 25, 2018
contest: Eight-Word Challenge 8, John Hamilton
the eight words are capitalized for easy recognition.
Categories:
exult, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
Pristine and Pure
The winding road led to a chasm deep
below a cliff that proudly shows the view...
a silken, blue-green lake, lays like a gem
of opulence embedded in the rim
of tall, lush evergreens that now adorn
the natural setting so pristine and pure.
Within, the lovely birds exult their home
with calls and songs that flow so tunefully,
while hawks shriek out in tones of mockery,
their impetus to find and capture prey.
Upon this cliff I share in nature's joy;
vicarious, my thrill of standing here.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Eight Word Challenge 8
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 09/03/2018
Required Words Used:
chasm silken opulence adorn
exult mockery impetus vicarious
Categories:
exult, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Blank verse
Love is amorphous; it defies description.
Love is not an idea; it doesn't fit an ascription
Love fills our lives, the minute we are born.
As old moon fades and the new wraps her horn.
In your embraces, I have found refuge.
In the turbulent years before the deluge
To convince me, it only takes that one look.
That implies you're always near a fairy book.
As everything stops, your eyes speak to me.
My void was filled by love, and I feel full glee.
Your gaze tells me you'll adore me every day.
Whatever unfolds, you'll be there to see it by.
Sure enough, I've done some stuff in the past.
That feels so awful, even if my motives are cast
Experiencing them is an unbearable anguish.
Such a fate sets me that I exult as I languish.
You can't flee self; there's no place to hide.
It hurts deeply, it burns your soul and pride.
I cry, wishing you to kiss away my fears.
If you knew, I miss you to wipe my tears.
I know I can't run from myself or my fear.
And I know at such times I don't seem near.
What I feel for you is like blood in my veins.
That I dream of you despite all of the pain.
1st place contest winner
Written: April 30, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
exult, analogy, appreciation, character, true
Form:
Rhyme
My divine strength, shield my dismay
Exult holly swiftness
Yield not to dull gloomy betray
Creed gapes at lavishness
Yield the boon, not the bad
Dark source upward forbade
Let not soul dwells in cad
Lift lush roots faith
My divine strength
Categories:
exult, analogy, beauty, confidence, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
Whispers of mist lie deathly white,
shifting in the early morning light;
the nightjar pipes his haunting tune,
soon to rue the waning of the moon.
The sun shines brightly now, and rain
showers scatter o'er the rough terrain.
All God's creatures join in welcoming the day
as skylarks warble out their greeting.
But now a gift far sweeter for the telling,
a soft array of colors gently swelling;
seven hues with radiant splendor fair
o'erarching all do clearly shimmer there.
O limpid arc of light, fleeting and brief!
you bring joy as we behold you, every leaf
and bough and field and mountain glen
exult to taste your beauty once again!
Categories:
exult, inspirational,
Form:
Verse
To post, or not to post
That is the question
Does it dance? Does it flow?
If so -- and not until -- then post it
Does it sing? Resonate and ring?
If so -- and not until -- then post it
Is it spare? Does it show?
If so -- and not until -- then post it
Is it from the heart?
Does it touch the soul?
If so -- and not until -- then post it
Does it make you cry?
Grin? Grimace? Purr? Exult?!
Or laugh out loud?
If so -- and not until -- then post it
Are you satisfied?
Is it your level best?
If so -- and not until -- then post it
Categories:
exult, poetry, poets, pride,
Form:
Free verse
I have heard it over and over again, "What God may allow all this pain?"
Consumed up by misery, need and grief, they come to an end with their belief.
If they look deeper in their dubious heart, and begin to absorb life from the start
They'd know that God has crafted life, for us to believe, feel and strive
Life of comfort, relief and ease, doesn’t always trigger an inner peace
Only the ones who work and reach, truly stroll along happiness beach!
God has put life as a challenging test, and guided us to do our ultimate best
HE never meant us to suffer and lose, he just gives us ways and asks us to choose.
If all the clouds get out of sight, how would we exult the bliss of light!
Or how we would value the days of rest, if not with fatigue we get possessed.
As much as we crave life's joyful side, its recurrent sadness we need to abide.
For seeing life through black lenses, will make us with time lose our senses!
The essence of belief is to always accept, whatever for you God has given or kept
No matter how bitter the present seems, or how much with pain the world screams
God only knows what the days hide, don't get deluded by the outside
Believe in Him, let your heart dare, for He always around and forever there!
Categories:
exult, faithlife, god, god, life,
Form:
Didactic